I’ve been quiet lately. No worries. I’ll be back. And still always chatting it up on the FB page
Well, real life caught up with me last week and I missed our first discussion. I hope you popped over to Essie’s Blessings to chat with her last week! (and pop over there today as well to share your thoughts.)
This month we are reading through Moms’ Night Out and this week we are discussing chapters 4-8. Why such short readings? Well, we wanted a “book club” that all of our mom friends could participate in. Sometimes a book a week or a book a month seems impossible for a busy mom. But eh, a few chapters. . . less than one a day? That is doable. So join us. There is no pressure. We won’t test you on the material! But, we would LOVE for you to join the conversation and let us know what you think.
Today I’m going to talk about the enormous pressure that we moms put on ourselves. Thanks to social media, we tend to see everyone’s highlight reels. This becomes even more bothersome when you feel like your life is one long blooper reel.
Consider Allyson’s thoughts after she had a meltdown after the frustrating non-dinner on her moms’ night out:
Was that a moment? Did she just have a “moment” in front of everyone in the restaurant? She’d come to fix that problem. To fix herself, and what had happened? Instead, she’d just made a big mess. Now there would be no dinner. Now there would be no conversation. Now there would be no unplugging. Allyson’s breaths came short, fast. And this . . . this was worse than mascara on her eye. It was worse than her meltdown in front of the newlyweds. She’d lost control in front of her friends. She was getting worse, not better. How could she return home worse than she started? Sean would be so disappointed, and then who knew what tomorrow would bring? Yet another failure to heap upon all the other ones.
Poor Allyson. She felt so frustrated and guilty over the failed dinner that she was unable to laugh it off, or casually come up with a “plan b”. She put all kinds of pressure on herself to come up with the “perfect” moms’ night out. When there is a kink in the plan, we as moms need to be able to seamlessly switch gears. There is a sort of fearlessness that needs to come with motherhood.
Last year we had the perfect birthday party planned for the twins. We put a deposit down on a party at the gymnastics studio. I had cute cupcakes ordered. I bought a car full of balloons. When we arrived at the gym to set up. . .the building was locked. Our reservation was never fully noted. I had to think fast. So, a few phone calls later to parents, and we moved the party a few miles north to our church. It was not what I envisioned. It was not what I had planned. Inside I was seething with frustration. But I HAD to be nimble. My little girls were only going to turn four once, and I had a dozen preschoolers to entertain.
It ended up being a great birthday. The girls had fun, their guests had fun, and we actually saved quite a bit of money!
I could have had a meltdown right there in that icy parking lot. (I totally wanted to!) But that was not going to solve anything. I could have given in to embarrassment–because yes, it was totally embarrassing to have to call all of those parents to give them a last minute change of plan. I took a deep breath and did what I needed to do for the happiness of my daughters.
So, what about you? What has hit home for you as you have been reading this book? Have you had a meltdown like Allyson’s? What situations have you had to come up with a “plan b” on the fly? Share in the comments and join the conversation!
Happy Winnie the Pooh Day! That silly old bear has been a big part of my life, from my childhood listening to the stories about Christopher Robin, his friend Winnie the Pooh and all of the other characters in the Hundred Acre Wood. When I became a mother, I enjoyed sharing these stories, and the Disney movies that went along with them with my children.
What I love the most about Winnie the Pooh is the true stories of friendship that stem from his many adventures.
Here are my top lessons of friendship that I learned from Winnie the Pooh:
1. Friends accept you, even with your faults. Pooh is a bear of very little brain, and as such, is a terrible speller. And yet, not even that smart aleck Rabbit feels the need to point out his orthographical shortcomings. And so, my friends accept the fact that I type faster than I think (or is the other way around?), and put up with all of my weird food rules (such as two different types of chocolate should never be mixed, and chicken should never be served in a tomato sauce).
2. Friends know when you are down, and try to lift your spirits. Poor Eeyore. He seems to always be down. And yet, his friends never do give up on him or stop trying to cheer him. Even when a friend does not know the exact right thing to say, they fact that she tries at all makes her a friend worth keeping!
3. Friends will help you out of a jam, even if the trouble you got yourself into was your very own fault. No one *made* Winnie the Pooh eat too much honey . . . . But everyone pitched in to get him out of a jam!
4. Sometimes friends smother you, but they mean well. Kanga can’t help that she is an overprotective mother, and if your son got into as many near misses as little Roo does, you would be overprotective too. But sometimes your friend’s mothering starts to affect you. Relax, she means well. . .
5. A good friend will help you have fun. Tigger is an exuberant friend, but he makes sure EVERYONE has fun. I only need one “TIgger” friend, but I’m glad to have her!
6. Most importantly, a friend helps you on your darkest days. I’ve witnessed friends helping each other in the most unpleasant circumstances. Friends are friends through thick and thin.
Chime in! Who is your favorite character from the Hundred Acre Wood? What friendship lesson have you learned from Winnie the Pooh?
all images and video are from Disney.com.
It was fun to wrap up The Obituary Society, and this gem of a book did not disappoint. I am always a fan of quirky family dynamics.
What I most enjoyed though, was the mood evoked by this book. The one thing I would add to our Mid-Century Modern Rambler would be a front porch for sitting.
After bringing out the tea, they sat on the wooden steps, Juniper leaning into Max’s right arm, Lila resting her head on his left shoulder. Lila sighed as she sipped her hot tea, thinking how little she cared about what other girls her age were doing, and imagining many years of front porches and steaming tea and club meetings with miniature cakes. And if a hint of Old Spice mingled with cinnamon wafted past her nose, she pretended not to notice.